From a paper about prostitution in Victorian Scotland. Description of a 19th century prostitute in Edinburgh.
"She is no novice at the game of love, for she is remarkably fond of performing on the silent flute, and can manage the stops extraordinary well. She twists round you like an eel, and would not loose a drop of the precious juice of nature, not for a kingdom."
From a fable by Jean de Condé, paraphrased from Barbara Tuchman's, A Distant Mirror.
Queen: Sir, have you fathered any children?
Knight: No my lady, I have not.
Queen: Indeed, you do not have the look of a man who could please his mistress when he held her in his arms, for your beard is little more than the kind of fuzz that ladies have in certain places. I do not doubt your word, for it is easy to judge from the state of the hay whether the pitchfork is any good.
Knight: Lady, answer me without deceit, is there any hair between your legs?
Queen: None at all.
Knight: Indeed I do believe you, for grass does not grow on a well-beaten path.